Page 8 of Levi
“What?” Beckett asks, searching the crowd.
“Coming our way,” Jace cocks his head.
“Holy fuck!” Beckett echoes.
It’s my turn to search the crowd.
I do a double take.
Whoa!
Two women approach us—a beautiful redhead and a drop-dead gorgeous woman with a cascade of long, blonde hair falling over one shoulder.
“Damn!” Rod exclaims. “She has legs for days.”
And they’d look really good wrapped around my neck.
My eyes are glued to the knockout blonde... specifically to her cobalt blue dress and the risqué split cutting up her right leg, stopping barely short of the Promised Land.
Fuck. Me.
Instantly, Ineedto know if she’s wearing a lace, mesh, satin or sheer thong underneath, or if she’s daring enough to have gone commando.
Larkin quickly checks the iPad he’s holding. “Mauvelous,” he says, locking eyes with the redhead dressed in black. Contrary to members, guests get a temporary club name—usually a Crayola color. They also get purple cuffs to easily identify them. “I’m glad you came out to play.”
“Zeus,” Mauvelous says. “Thank you for the invitation,” she grins wide.
“It’s my pleasure,” Larkin says.
“I’m so ready for tonight!” The redhead with the blue eyes is practically bouncing up and down.
“You’re going to have a night of depraved fun,” Larkin tells her. His gaze moves to the blonde whose eyes are as big as dinner plates after that bold statement. “I see you didn’t come alone.”
“No, I didn’t,” Mauvelous says, bubbling with excitement. “This is my best friend, Wild Strawberry.”
“Thank you so much for the invitation, Zeus,” the blonde says.
Her voice, Christ, it’s soft and so fucking melodic.
Kudos to Larkin for keeping the music low enough to encourage conversation.
“Wild Strawberry,” Larkin says. “That’s quite the name. A lucky guy will discover if you’rewildandsweet.”
Her cheeks burst into flames.
And... I’m hard.
After a round of introductions, we’re all eying each other. The redhead monopolizes Jace’s attention, while Rod and Beckett practically enter in a duel to secure the blonde’s attention.
Over my dead body.
I’m not a religious guy, but right now, I’m praying to God, Wild Strawberry is my match. If not, it might be a battle between whoever she’s paired with and me to determine who has the biggest balls. Trust me, I’m not going down. I know the evening has just begun, but for the life of me, I can’t fathom spending the night with another woman and I really can’t explain why. There’s something about this blonde goddess that’s drawing me to her like a strong magnetic pull.
I peek in her direction and catch her checking me out.
Busted.
Under the chandeliers, I can’t tell if her eyes are hazel green or green. Regardless, they’re like two precious gemstones staring back at me.
